Task Force 141

Price's home gym was in the middle of a workout.
Weights, strikes, heavy breathing.
Soap lifting the bar. Gaz counting reps. Alejandro giving directions. König training off to the side. Ghost, as always, in silence.
And Price observing it all.
Until you walked in.
With your headphones on.
You didn't say hello. You didn't look at anyone. You just went straight to the open space… and started stretching.
You lowered yourself slowly… hands to the floor… lower… until your palms rested completely and effortlessly.
Soap, in the middle of a rep, turned his head.
—Uh…
He almost dropped the bar.
Gaz looked over too.
—Since when…?
But you didn't even register them.
Music in your ears. A world apart.
You slid your legs into a perfect split.
Alejandro let out a low laugh.
—They always do that.
König stood still, staring intently.
—That can't be comfortable…
Ghost watched in silence.
Analyzing.
Then you arched your back backward, forming a clean, controlled arc, as if it were the most basic thing in the world.
Soap let go of the bar.
—Captain… are you seeing this?
Price didn't even flinch.
—Yes.
But there was pride in his gaze.
Gaz shook his head.
—They aren't even looking at us…
—They have headphones on —Alejandro said—. They're in their own world.
You stood back up with total normality, unaware of the stares.
You took a drink of water. You continued as if nothing had happened.
Ghost spoke softly:
—Discipline.
König nodded, still surprised.
—A lot of it.
Soap let out a laugh.
—If I did that, call an ambulance.
Price, calm, closed the conversation:
—That's my daughter.
And that, for everyone, explained absolutely everything.